THE AGE OF THE REINDEER
Grr and Arr said a dinosaur was seen very clearly in the sun of the quarry on Sunday.
was always the same story when you went to the village. You wanted to
go shopping but you ended up in a confusing and convulsive discussion
about threat, terror and security.
Grr and Arr were his childhood friends, he knew them well, but couldn't help feeling an increasing unease each time he met them.
quarry was situated within easy walking distance from the village, and
since it was on the way back to his cave, he decided to pass there.
No dinosaur footsteps, no dinosaur shit, drool or anything like that. « Same political bullshit », he concluded.
a steep descent, he entered his cave. Colossal stalactites and
stalagmites bordered a large flat surface. He only possessed a simple
wooden bed, a laptop, a keyboard, some microphones, a mixing console,
two speakers and meters of tangled cables.
On the wall there were numerous drawings of animals and hands. Never a dinosaur.
He was happy to be back home.
Tired, he lied down on the wooden bed and dreamt.
Ceel Mogami de Haas in residence at Radio Picnic in Bruxelles between April 27th and Mai 5th 2016